The silence stretched between them, heavy as a gun pressed to the temple.
Logan Mason stood frozen, eyes fixed on the photograph—on the grinning child version of himself seated between two men he didn't recognize. Not really. Not fully. Not yet.
One was unmistakably Kieran—the very man Aurora had warned him about for weeks, the one hunting them now. The other… Logan's brows furrowed deeper.
"Who's that?" he asked again, his voice low. "The second man."
Aurora didn't respond immediately. Her hands remained steady on the folder, but her expression had shifted—carefully blank, like it always did when her mind was in overdrive. He recognized that look now. It was her assassin mask. Calculating. Guarded.
"Aurora," Logan repeated, stepping closer. "Tell me who he is."
She finally met his eyes.
"That's Elios. My handler. The man who trained me... and raised me after my sister died."
The air around them thickened with something raw and volatile.
